That Comfortable Cold That Only Comes From Winter Night
I'm still in love with the night. I want to drape myself in layers of shadow and move about like subtle folds of absence, made soft and cold by rising up from the ground. I want to slide through the night like me and it were travelling companions seperate from those rushing home to the sanctity of dim bulbs and warm sheets.
I realised the truth in a modern myth today, and saw me and mine as their source. Our culture is awash with stories of those crazy baggage ridden bitches that you shouldn't date, that are damaged goods. And, with a start, I realised that that's us. Self-evident, upon reflection, but we're the ones pushing that mythos along with our emotional well-beings being not well at all, but in fact more akin to a train-wreck than a well oiled method of locomotion. And it isn't prejudice either, we aren't being oppressed. Those warnings are well informed.
I'm building again, brick by brick, slowly.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Stars - In Our Bedroom After The War